I am deeply ashamed of myself! I haven't updated in forever, my deepest apologies to my reviewers! I hope I haven't lost anyone in the process of my writers block! Oh well, I'm going to attempt a chapter, please bear with me, it's been horrible this past year, personal life things and such, so I'm still forcing myself into my writers groove. Oh well! HERE GOES!

Chapter Ten :Uhm...Chapter...Ten.:

Anne sat on the dry land, ah yes, lovely, sweet, dry land...While Jack, swam and enjoyed himself out in the water, occasionally coming out of it to check on her. Which in all actuality, he wasn't really checking on her, he was mearly coming to her to get her wet. "'Ey Anne, stop bein' so stuffy, aye? Come in the water with ol' Jack, I swear I'll play nice." He muttered, doing his odd little hand gestures, flailing his hands in the air as he spoke, it was hard for Anne to concentrate when he did that, the only thing she could do was follow his hands with her eyes and tune everything else out.

"Jack, I cannot swim, I don't believe I'll be joining you in the water any time soon." She murmured with a small hint of annoyance, why this man had been grating on her nerves as of late was wearing on her mind, they'd just been married, she should be, above all else, happy for her current situation. Jack gave a soft scoff before turning and heading back out to the water, which gave Anne a wonderful amount of time to think over her situation as it was.

Not only had Barbosa of all people shown up to her wedding, which she had to admit, was quite an odd thing, she still had that unsettling fear that he could be out there now, watching, waiting for her. Rolling her eyes she brushed a strand of hair out of her face, gazing out at Jack as he kicked, flailed and...Well, she supposed that was Jack's attempt at swimming. "I really must get him to lay off all of that rum, he's got very few brain cells as it is, he needs to conserve them." She whispered to herself as she watched the man she'd married not but a few days, if not weeks ago. The whole marriage thing had flown by so quickly it left Anne in shock, everything had happened so fast, it was hard to remember when things had been calm, things before Jack.

Eventually she noticed that Jack had disappeared, staring out at the water for several more minutes she muttered, "Oh no..." She pushed herself up from the warm sand, stalking down the beach towards the shore she glanced around the area, barely managing to squeak, "Jack? Jack? Jack if you're toying with me-" She shrieked as she was grabbed from behind, squirming, screaming, and kicking against...Then it hit her...Wetness. "Jaaaaaack!" Jerking her head back she accidently cracked the poor pirate in the nose, Jack let go of the struggling woman with a soft yelp, staggering back a few feet he looked at her, one hand holding his nose, the other pointing at her, "Ye! YE BROKE ME NOSE!"

"Jack, no-, I'm- Oh dear that certainly is alot of blood- I'm sure it's f-fine?" Anne muttered, walking towards him she gently removed his hand from his nose, looking at the mess she shuddered, shifting. "I- I am so sorry..." The pirate rolled his eyes at his wife, stalking off towards the Pearl.

Hours later Anne and Jack were in the captains quarters, Jack with a few pieces of cotton material shoved up his nose and Anne with a look of, what? Shock? Pity? No, Jack would've loved to have thought that his precious little wife felt guilty for what she'd done, but no, at the current moment, the man's wife was curled up beside him in bed, snoring so loudly she could've woken the dead if it were possible. Stroking her arm with his somewhat grubby fingers, Jack gazed at the woman beside him, curled up, with one of his shirts on, drooling on the sleeve of it. He chuckled softly to himself, considering that if he had been an entirely different man, one of those men that you saw wandering around Port Royal with those funny looking wigs on, (Jack still hadn't figured out what those were.), he'd probably find that her snoring and drooling were absolutely disgusting.

But...Then again, she looked so innocent laying there beside him, drooling or no, she still had the look of an angel as she slept, that was the only time she looked so terribly innocent, so frail, so breakable. Jack shook his head, tugging his dirty, blood stained shirt off he crawled into bed beside her, blowing out the candle on the table beside the bed, tugging his tiny wife's body close to his, he pressed a kiss to her cheek, murmuring, "No harm'll ever come to ye, lass, not with me around."